Love does nothing but make you weak! It turns you into an object of pity and derision-a mewling pathetic creature no more fit to live than a worm squirming on the pavement after a hard summer rain.

Twitter is the perpetual cocktail party where everyone is talking at once but nobody is saying anything.

To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.

We're all haunted in one way or another, are we not? If not by spirits, then by our own demons and regrets.

You care enough to play hard to get.

A lady has every right to defend herself against unsought advances. And creatures of the night.

Alone.'Twas her destiny to be ever surrounded by others, yet ever alone.